Ces Nuits, Ces Jours [these Nights, These Days]

these nights i sit in a fold-out couch a apartemente parisien No 5 Rue des Chantiers and my heart takes the 20 hour flight 9 hour time change back to home just to hear your voice occasionally on the other end of the line. these days i walk down the paris streets Rue du Cardinal Lemoine Rue des Étoiles Rue du Lamange rain drumming on my parisian wool hat the world around me all grey and my heart takes the 5,000 mile trek back to the vibrancy of my days with you. now i act as though i speak français put the “r”s in my throat i swallow l’escargots have only un croissant and café au lait for breakfast and my heart too tired from these days and these nights cries alone and cries out for the familiarity of my old love my old despair my old drama my old trials and tribulations avec, pour you in this new foreign land my heart is living in.